One of my favorite songs

i don't take it for granted, i don't take it for nothin i take it for what it's worth til the dirt

And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)

You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)

My neighbor, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)

(and we'll see you at the Crossroad)

And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)

You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)

My neighbor, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)

(and we'll see you at the Crossroad)

And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)

You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)

My neighbor, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)

(and we'll see you at the Crossroad)

And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)

You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)

My neighbor, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)

(and we'll see you at the Crossroad)

I'll never get over what some neighbor told me:

"Did you know your neighbor Wally got pap pap and put in a coffin?"

No! Why my neighbor took a fall?

Saw my neighbor try to swing them dums, (in the war) so we lost him

But, darn, why did ya have to kill 'um?

I never did think it'd be one of my trues to get caught up in redrum

I sit and I pray everyday: God, don't let me get smoked

Oh no, a neighbor ain't scared to go, but I still got a lot to live for

But so did my neighbor, my neighbor--he gone

And all that he left are his memories

But when I die, you gon' see me

One, two, three, Wally rest in peace

Can a neighbor tell me why so many my neighbors had to die, so much pain

Even neighbors in the hood is no good, puttin one to your own homie's brain

And a neighbor gettin' high, thinkin' back, in the days when we did some fricked-up thangs

Now, I gotta ask God if that's the reason my homie's gone away

And I gotta give hate to you gangstas out there fakin' the funk

Actin' like you got a problem, but you're just too goddarned drunk

Put down your forties, pick up your fists, and handle that shit like men

Cause too many punks out there pumpin', thinkin' your gat is your friend

And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)

You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)

My neighbor, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)

(and we'll see you at the Crossroad)

And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)

You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)

My neighbor, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)

(and we'll see you at the Crossroad)

And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)

You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)

My neighbor, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)

(and we'll see you at the Crossroad)

And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)

You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)

My neighbor, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)

(and we'll see you at the Crossroad)

Come and take a good look deep into these thuggish-ruggish eyes, see the thugstas cry

And I'm askin' the good Lord "Why?" and sigh, he told me we live to die

Not another on the team with a dream that can deal with the struggles, like you Wally

I love you to death, but I wish I could have seen through your troubles

And it's hard to say good-bye to another...Bone

I'm feelin' all in the dumps, and all of a sudden, I'm so alone

Stay strong and hold on to a lifetime of memories

You're livin' off in my prayers

Gotta let the Man upstairs know that somebody cares

Just wait, and I'll be there

When I heard the word at Kerm's, Shorty said, "Oh, my Lord,"

Layin' on the curb on a hundred and twenty-third, bled, dead to the world

How bad? And what about Looney, now? Darn, she gon' act a fool

Outa the blue, seemed to, she knew what happened to Wally, she lost her cool

Remember my thug, when I got mo' love. Sippin' on 8-ball

Used to tell him to pass the weed

I wish I could tell him to smoke it allNot my dogg

The mission is deep, peep, so listen up while ya sleep:

To get where you're headed you must make a heaven of heck

And then neighbor, you'll smooth creep

And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)

You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)

My neighbor, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)

(and we'll see you at the Crossroad)

And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)

You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)

My neighbor, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)

(and we'll see you at the Crossroad)

And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)

You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)

My neighbor, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)

(and we'll see you at the Crossroad)

And, Wally, even though you're (gone, gone, gone)

You've still got love from (bone, bone, bone)

My neighbor, just rest your (soul, soul, soul)

(and we'll see you at the Crossroad)

There's no other way

To shape the gentle core

Through the fire escape

You burn or hit the floor

And I'm changing

Someone like me but better now

Countdown from four, three, two, one

And then go

An anomalous bore

Amaranthine

Last one back will lead the next swing

Dedicated to more

And catalyzing

Capricorn shape fire make lightning

Every other day

I give myself the blame

In another hour

I'm bound to change my name

And I'm changing

Someone like me but better now

Countdown from four, three, two, one

And then go

An anomalous bore

Amaranthine

Last one back will lead the next swing

Dedicated to more

And catalyzing

Capricorn shape fire make lightning

Maybe I don't know myself

Like you think you do

Moving on to something else

Maybe you should too

An anomalous bore

Amaranthine

Last one back will lead the next swing

Dedicated to more

And catalyzing

Capricorn shape fire make lightning

Heh heh heh

Freedom of speech, motherlover!

I got no strings to hold me down (Okay)

To make me fret or make me frown (Somethin' for the kids, hahahaha)

I had strings, but now I'm free

There are no strings on me

Step into the club smoothly with a L in my hand

Bitches know that I'm a freak like the Elephant Man

Intelligent plans, frick a record deal

I want development land with my benevolent clan

And that's the reason that I only trust my fam

40,000 records sold, 400 grand

Frick a middleman, I won't pay anyone else

I'll bootleg it and sell it to the streets myself (Haha)

I'd rather be that than signed and stuck on a shelf

And because of this, executives try to diss me (Frick y'all)

Racism frozen in time, like Walt Disney

And now they say they wanna get me signed to the majors

If I switch up my politics and change my behavior (Huh)

Try to tell me what to rhyme about over the beat

B-word neighbors that never spent a day in the street

But I repeat that nobody can hold my reins

I put the truth on tracks, neighbor, simple and plain

I got no strings, so I have fun

I'm not tied up to anyone

They've got strings, but you can see

There are no strings on me

I guess to America I'm a disaster (Oh no)

A slave that was destined to own his masters

Independent in every single sense of the word

I say what I want, you frickin' little sensitive herb

This is America, I thought we had freedom of speech

But now you want try to control the way that I speak (What?)

And O'Reilly, you think that you a patriot? (Yeah right)

You ain't nothin' but a motherfrickin' racist b-word

Full of hatred, pressin' a button tryin' to eject me (Hahaha)

But I ain't got no motherfrickin' deal with Pepsi

No corporate sponsor tellin' me what to do

Askin' me to tone it down during the interview (Never!)

Tryin' to minimize the issue but I'm keepin' it large

I love the place I live but I hate the people in charge

Speakin' is hard when you got strings attached

So I'ma say it for you 'cause I don't got none of that

And if you didn't understand what I spit at your brain

Ayo son, let this little neighbor explain

I got no strings, so I have fun

I'm not tied up to anyone

They've got strings, but you can see

There are no strings on me

Come on, son, y'all neighbors know the way I do

Immortal Technique dot com live for you

And I know sometimes it be makin' you nervous

The way I snatch puppet rappers that belong in a circus

You motherlovers just can't compare

Lookin' for a fanbase that's no longer there

I know that you're scared and you're hidin' up in the cut

But this is freedom of speech, neighbor, tell 'em what's up

Word, neighbor! Frick John Ashcroft!

Neighbor, frick Fox News! Frick those snake-butt bitches

Tryin' to manipulate your opinion, tellin' you what to think

Word the frick up, neighbor

Like, "We invaded neighbors ‘cause we want to free them."

You racist mothafricka!

You don't give a shit about those people

You can suck my peepee! (Hahahaha)

Relax, Tech, relax

Another rum and coke at the bar, neighbor!

It's my day off, word up!

Frick

For the kids (Ha), for the kids (Hahaha)

+kordhell

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It is memphis trap remixed and popular in brazil and russia

I would post more but I lost my phone being drunk as shit and blasting this while drivin around. I did find my car!! No keys or phone tho ^^;

I love you guys.

YEAH!

MONEY S*X IN FULL CONTROL

A GENERATION WITHOUT SOUL

stolen from @Negev-sama